Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.